All i do in class is read,
all i do in class is write...

Roses are red,violets are blue
i don't wanna see a flower i just wanna see you...

There something about the lust in your kiss,
that makes my body untense...

God wants me to be a writer,
to write poetry and books...

That tender voice of your caresses my ear,
though it's on the radio...

Sharing a kiss,
so affectionately...

So once upon a time,
in never land is where it all began...

* i know it does not rhyme though most of my poems...
please enjoy...

You brought to the sun when i was in the rain
you gave me healing when i was in pain...

A summer of kisses,
under the ray of the heat...

Looking out across my window,
eying the nights mist...

Hard to let go,
hard to forget what i already know...